(lyrics: j. harte, music: b. walker) If you want to see hell, there's a place you can go. Take a little ride down cc road. Deep in the sticks in the
Get off my heart 'Cuz you've been standing on it all day Can my lips apart With the words that I want to say? And as I run into the walls 'Cuz I don'
I can dish it out but you know I can?t take it When you told me every time that you came that you were fakin? So I guess I?ll never know if I was mackin
You walked into the bathroom To wash your troubles away You always seem to go in there About 20 times a day I dropped you off at your therapist Where
She took a light saber to my heart And she picked my brain with a pocket knife She said, "say what's on your mind." So I said, "i'm kinda
you have wasted so much of it on me? Just take your consolation prize, Because you never knew what was waiting for you behind door number 2 or 3. Taking
I'm left handed when throwing My shit across the room. I'm left handed when I throw a fit I use my left hand when I make myself come To my senses when
(b. walker, j. harte, j. fincher, d. child, s. plunkett) You know I love you and I've done the best I can, And I tried to be everything you wanted, And
(B. Walker, J. Harte, J. Fincher, D. Child, S. Plunkett) You know I love you and I've done the best I can, And I tried to be everything you wanted,
I'll get the door Mrs. Jackson I'll get the press and reporters too I'll wait outside your heart You're not a throw-away film star There's something
(B. Walker, J. Fincher, D. Child) Wining, dining you all night long in a fancy French restaurant. Candy, roses, diamonds and limousines. I give ya
I don't know, I don't care If I see you, everywhere It's gonna hurt, either way When he looks at other girls when you look away Don't wash your hair,
(lyrics: j. harte, music: b. walker) Misery, misery, misery coming down on me. Sometimes I can't eat, sometimes I can't sleep. Sometimes I think I'm
She got the #27 Taken off her license plate 'cause that was my basketball number Back when we started to date And I know, it's better to be unfaithful
(lyrics: j. harte, music: b. walker) On georgia's highway 20, way out in the country, The boys would go to have a good time. My grandpa used to tell
(Lyrics: J. Harte, Music: B. Walker) On Georgia's highway 20, way out in the country, The boys would go to have a good time. My grandpa used to tell
Go home and take off all your make up, make up Don't say a word about the break up, break up And as you're biting off your toenails, toenails Make sure
(butch walker & chrystina lloree) When I woke up in the morning my lover was gone. I had a voice in my head 20 feet long. Ohio river's where you need